Cheeks Of A Pale Flushing Poem by Pierre Rausch

Beam traversed this excavation
Annihilated at the very shock
Chinese ivory handle of parasol
In this vault, men who had redeemed

Toilette exhaled, forgiven mistakes
And nothing could fascinate
For she was another daughter

Soft toy animal – Theme park
The just man frowns
And nothing is magnificent
The just man to tell

And her shoe outlined
A youthful perfume
There was nothing but glance

Battered near the band
That certain complaisance
Carter coarse boot
And as with regret
Feeling consideration for you
He seated himself
And with esteem
Measured

Its murmurs had the hoarse accent
Cheeks of rose-leaf, it is -
Verb looking, tender, coquette
Whhence unknown, a pale flush
An agitated whiteness, an exquisite boat